Ever since I wrote about getting up early I’ve been sleeping in.
I was careful to not deal in absolutes when I wrote it as that gets one into trouble. But it seems like the mere act of writing about it at all has messed it my routine.
I still greet the mornings. It’s closer to 6:30 than 5:30 most mornings although today I was up at 5:30 and I feel way better for it.
I want to blame it on adjusting to the time change, but that’s getting a bit old now.
I could heap credit on the cold, wet weather, though that doesn’t seem fair. I just plain lack the verve that got me out of bed and outside even when it was a clear and crisp –40C.
So here’s my plan. I’m going to vow right this minute that I’ll never get out of bed early again.
I shall laze in bed and slugfully return to the days when my husband brought me my morning coffee and the newspaper in bed.
And while I’m at it:
I absolutely will not be commercially published. Ever.
That’ll show me.